Back in London the frost is biting the little skin I allow to be exposed to the air. It's clear. Cold. Sunrise is the most amazing time of day: at around 8am the skies finally relent to the meek sun and pink hues colour the distance while a blood red sun slowly lifts its head. My 9th floor flat does have some benefits that go a (little) way to make up for the current lack of heating.
I'm going home for the holidays on Monday.
This year is ending with what feels like a sense of conclusion. I can sense a lot of reflection being pushed ahead - "I'll think when I've got time", seems to be the way. Knowing myself this will happen in the little thatched house in the bosom of my family between Christmas and New Year's with cold walks in a foggy, barren forest, talking to myself, the horses by the forest ranger's house, the dunes, the gnarly trees in the "troll forest", the sea. And so I keep on going on. Year's end always has this effect on me, but where I last year was confused and worried, I am now ready to take a look back at a year of changes and achievements, pleasures and confusion, worry and hope. You'll all be in those thoughts. My friends drive me forward, reflecting with me on our thoughts, giving me perspectives to consider, hoping with me, and worrying with me.
So, to all - happy holidays. I shall be thinking of you over the next weeks, with a smile on my lips.
M
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"So, to all - happy holidays. I shall be thinking of you over the next weeks, with a smile on my lips."
No you won't. You'll be too busy stuffing your face with delicious food, and even when you're not stuffing your face with food, you'll be thinking about stuffing your face with food =p
Oi! You cheeky little cheek, you!
..but you're right ;.)
I'll do what I can to be thinking of my friends as I stuff my face!
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